karmically speaking, that is!
i had just moved to l.a. in 1993, when the newspapers were full of the murder of nicole brown and ron goldman. it was obvious to me and it seemed just about the whole world, exactly who was responsible, but we all know, if it doesn’t fit, you must acquit!
the poems and the song lyrics below were my response at the time.
The Grim Reaper
The reaper’s been harvesting
far too liberally around here –
it’s grim. Love your loved ones well –
tell them you do,
because when the old have to go,
we know their time has come,
but when a terrified woman
dies in our keep,
it leaves far too many people weeping.
And what about the young?
In the midst of life
someone’s son, senselessly, is dying.
He should be having fun –
one with the sun still at noon,
his sudden eclipse –
it’s too soon.
And what of the ones left behind,
empty and staring?
Wasn’t it glaringly obvious?
Oh gentle seeker,
why did your quest for wholeness
lead to a slit through which to slip your soul?
Did your crystal ball reveal the inexorable?
Did you steal a glance at the one
who led that devastating dance to the exit sign
and then fled?
You knew how that terrible tango would end,
you screamed for help,
yet no one came to your defense.
Celebrity cut short your stay
in this sycophantic land of the football hero.
A tyrannical touch-down
revoked your visa
and as your lives leaked down to zero,
the crowds cheered and cheered.
Here in this land of the slave and the fee,
where the guilty buy innocence,
I see that freedom is battered
while the light sputters vainly on that statue
To the ones who care,
incredulous questions remain:
the raging refrain of,
“Why? Why? Why?”
I hope you’ve grown wings.
I hope your soul is flying.
Here it’s all over,
bar the crying…
happy birthday darling pinch here
happy anniversary can’t you see it’s all your fault
that i’m in so much pain
maybe that’s why my
fingerprints are all over you again
it’s all because i love you baby
don’t flinch when i raise my hand to you
but it’s all because i love you baby
you come here now you do as i say
oh happy anniversary
so why aren’t you happy…..
but as they say,”what goes around, comes around.” and payback, she’s a bitch!